I just read a post of byclarkellis.com, called Where’d all the good people go. He really makes a good point. There is not enough talk about regular, decent folks. About the norm.
Media is full of outrage, crime, terror, war and natural disaster. Whereas novels tend to be full of super-human heroes. Crime novels of quite the opposite.
So, today I’d like to talk about all the nice things, one happens to in daily life. Like the person waving you to move to their front at the checkout, when you are behind their loaded trolley in line to pay for the one item forgotten. The colleague, who readily swops a shift, when you need to go somewhere at a time you were supposed to work. The neighbour who accepts your parcel delivery, when you’re not at home and rings your bell in the evening to drop it off. The car driver at a crossing waving to you to move first, giving you right of way. The shopkeeper at the station, where you usually buy your cigarrettes having the ten-pack of your brand already out on the counter, as soon as you enter the premises. The passers-by making a nice comment on your garden, while you’re working away in your front garden. And all the nice, thoughtful gestures and acts of your family members and friends.
This, folks, really is the norm. Most of our daily lives are made of this fabric: tolerance, friendlyness, peacefull co-existance. And don’t let anybody ridicule this.